Surrelics: She Listened Too Long

At first it was just a creak. Then a whisper, a shifting, a rhythm her body recognized before her mind did. She leaned closer.

There were no voices, not really. But there was color. Texture. Something behind the door that moved like speech but tasted like memory.

She didn’t mean to get this close. Didn’t mean to press so hard. But by the time she tried to pull away, her thoughts had already spilled into the grain of the wood.

She still hears it. Now it hears her too.